Substitute Bride Phoenix, The Tyrant's Pampered Demon Empress

Chapter 534: The Spirit of Brotherhood Is Dead

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

As such, Lian Jiuhua was extremely upset, but it was not as if he dared to disturb Han Moze and Han Moxi when they were working on official business. Scratching his head with both hands helplessly, he eventually turned towards the door and barked, “Eunuch Chen, bring the strongest wine from the brewery! Remember, the strongest!”

Eunuch Chen who was on standby outside the door appeared taken aback, but replied, “Yes, Lord Lian.”

With that, he ordered someone to bring the wine, and another young eunuch soon arrived with a huge pot in less than fifteen minutes, and placed it on a large round table.

Han Moze and Han Moxi peeked at it briefly, but continued reading through the memorials. There was no mistaking the twitch on the corner of their lips, however—it was rare to see Lian Jiuhua being annoyed.

On the other hand, Lian Jiuhua snorted at the royal brothers flatly, cursing at the lack of brotherhood spirit… they knew that he was in a bad mood, but cold-shouldered him anyway.

Just this morning, Piao Piao had scolded the living daylights out of him just because he said that their son—who was less than one-year old—ugly…

…and that he did not look like his son…

…and that no woman on the street would look at him twice.

As such, Lian Jiuhua promptly turned and stormed out of his residence.

However, he soon found that there was not a lady to be found on the streets, just as he could not find it in himself to bear the embarrassment and return home, which was why he came to the palace.

Still…

With that thought in mind, he pulled out the cork on the pot of wine and held it up with both hands as he started chugging it.

Loud guggling could be heard from his throat without constraint, and he started coughing after several huge gulps.

Hell, that stings! His throat burned!

Lian Jiuhua could not help regretting his demand for the strongest wine then—he was already in a daze and his ears were ringing after just a few mouthfuls, let alone his stomach. At the same time, his cheeks were burning, and tears were streaming out of his eye sockets, mixing with his sweat as it flowed to the floor.

He tried his best to gulp in a few huge breaths of air, but continued chugging the wine after he felt better.

Unable to bear with the tragic sight, Han Moze rose to his feet, walked up to him and snatched the pot of wine, coolly saying, “Keep chugging like that, and your funeral would be this time next year.”

“Is that wine really that strong, Brother?” Han Moxi exclaimed in surprise, having walked up to them as well.

“Are you doubting me? Try it yourself!” Han Moze held the pot in Han Moxi’s face then.

Blinking in curiosity, Han Moxi then turned towards Lian Jiuhua, whose tears were still streaming and wheezing loudly. In spite of his inward terror, he boldly accepted the pot of wine to prove his masculinity, and poured a liter down his own throat.

“Argh! It stings!” He screamed right then, and promptly carried the pot out of the throne room and had Eunuch Chen return it.

“Cough, cough… Brother, I think I’m sick, help me…” Han Moxi pleaded as he walked up to Han Moze dizzily, who placed his hands on both his brother and Lian Jiuhua, directing their inner breaths to make them retch.

“Blargh…” Lian Jiuhua promptly vomited mouthfuls of the spirit, feeling more comfortable in the belly right then.

Han Moxi vomited everything he just drank as well, and the alcohol that was belched out hissed like boiling water.

It took Lian Jiuhua some time to regain his senses, and Han Moxi slowly stirred as well.

Cold sweat broke over their bodies when they saw the carnage on the floor, and Han Moxi asked palely, “Brother, what is that alcohol brewed from? Why does it sting so much?”

An evil smiled appeared over Han Moze’s face at that, and he flatly said, “That was concentrated alcohol refined out of an iron netting. It warms the belly with a small sip, while a large gulp is equal to suicide.”

“Cough, cough… you…” Lian Jiuhua furrowed his long, thin brows and glared accusingly at Han Moze—why did he not say it early on? He definitely did that on purpose!

“It’s common knowledge. I assumed that you would be aware.”

Han Moze shrugged off all responsibility with a single line.